This originally wanted to come out as a poem, but when I sat down to write it, there was too much there so it will remain prose...
We came up here to drink in the candle lit darkness. You to one, I to another, we two unbeknownst to ourselves to a past that would no longer continue to be. We sat looking at the others through the dimness that was so like the future, vague shadows of things we thought we knew. Already on that night, the rains of change were falling, changes that would obliterate all that we had shared over the past year as surely as rains washed away the prints of all those who have so often walked this path. I looked around today for that familiar track, known so well as to be able to walk it blindly. It was gone. The whole place is as changed as you seem to be. Nothing recognizable, it is all gone, washed away by inexorable change. I may as well have been looking for a sign of recognition in your eyes, this area was foreign. I wept as I looked at the new sprung beauty around me, tears for you and the pain I have caused yet again. But my tears will mean nothing to you. I could not give what you sought, and you have rejected all that I offered. No, my tears will go as unheeded by you as they were by the river they fell into. And yet, I would not exchange the beauty I have found, with all its pain, for the shadows of the "what-may-have-been." I will rest content in my loves and pains, thanking God for what He saw fit to bring.